When Nick reached the third floor, he noticed the curtains had all been closed. He was only able to get a peek inside the bedroom. He didn't like what he saw. Greg was sitting on the bed. Nick knew he wasn't stupid enough to do so at a crime scene without good reason, and being forced to do so was the only good reason Nick could think of.
Nick called Catherine and also called it trough his radio. They now officially had a situation at Monroe's apartment.
But Nick had no idea what exactly was going on so he decided to call Sara again and tried to find out as much as possible, hoping that James wouldn't make her put the call on speaker.
The cellphone rang.
"What now? Stokes... What does he want? Pick it up." James tossed the phone over to Sara.
"Hey Sara. Is he listening?"
She tried not to look surprised that Nick knew. "No."
"Alright... Are you guys okay?"
"Yes."
"If it's only James tell me the address."
"...What?"
"Tell me Monroe's address to confirm that James is the one holding you guys hostage!"
"Oh... yeah, it's Galley Drive."
"Does he have a bomb?"
"Uh-huh..."
"And guns?"
"Yeah," Sara said while she heard James say 'Make it quick'.
"I'm at the window, I only see Greg. If you can, get James..." Nick was interrupted by Sara.
"Alright, I hope you'll find it. Bye."
"Dammit..." Nick whispered to himself. He called the information he just gathered from Sara through his radio and let Catherine know about it.
"Is he coming soon?" James asked. He was giddy with excitement.
"He got a little lost... But he'll be here soon..." Sara frowned.
"And now? You'll blow away that building?" Ray asked aggressively. He had a hard time just sitting around, not being able to do something about their situation. He, like Greg, had no idea Nick was outside, trying to rescue them. Their situation seemed hopeless and even with Nick being outside, their chances didn't look that much better.
"You hear that?" The engine of a car could be heard. "Maybe that's Stokes!" James said joyful. He turned around to open the curtains.
Instead of looking out the window to see a car, he looked right into the barrel of Nick's gun.
Brass and Catherine finally arrived. "There's Nick's car!" Catherine said while walking towards the vehicle.
They heard a shot.
"Oh no!" They both started running towards where the shot was coming from. They just stared up the fire escape in fear.
"Come on!" Brass ushered Catherine away from the building in fear a bomb might explode.
Two patrol cars were driving up to them. "We might need to evacuate this building!" Brass yelled over to the officers.